Modern Life Is Rubbish

Today’s photo should have been one of my mum on her 88th birthday. Unfortunately, by the time we got round to see her, she’d had her shower and was in her nightie and dressing gown. I didn’t think it was fair to snap her looking like that, so I settled for a picture of her new wheelie bins!
It all seems a bit complicated now - a small brown food recycling bin that is collected weekly, a black bin for general waste that is collected fortnightly, two new paper and plastic bins that are also collected fortnightly (presumably in the opposite weeks to the black bin) and a green bin - that she pays extra for - for the garden waste. No idea when that one gets collected!
Modern life is not just rubbish as far as mum is concerned - it’s horrendously complicated. She struggles to cope with anything outside of her normal routine, and is totally baffled by technology. And it seems that if you don’t have access to the internet, or an email address, practical help is very hard to come by.
But, for now, I will just tell her to her enjoy her birthday. Today is not the day for starting in depth discussions about her future care. And I’m going to try and forget about everything for a few hours by going to see “Elvis” at the cinema tonight. I’ve heard good reports, but this is the first opportunity we’ve had to see it.